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Pick Up Nancy was ready when the doorbell rang, well almost. She invited Malcolm in. "Meow," Kashmir's black form ran through the living room. He sniffed at Malcolm's leg, and brushed past the ankle of his wool gabardines. Malcolm glanced down as the sound of four pads running off across a carpeted floor filled the room. He saw the cat's shadow disappear toward the kitchen. "I hope you like cats," said Nancy. "I'll be ready in about ten minutes. Malcolm sat on the sofa, Kashmir held court on the coffee table. "Are you the man of the house, cat?" Malcolm chuckled as the cat gazed at the stranger in his midst. He looked around, a collection of elephants. wooden, onyx, jade, and ceramic graced the top of a credenza. Nancy's large mahogany desk graced a corner of the room. Angela Bofill's vocals offered a soft ambiance to the warmth of the room. Malcolm looked around to see Nancy smiling before him. The sapphire silk of her dress hugged each curve of her body. The brushed antique bronze of the buttons piqued his imagination. He grinned as he envisioned opening each one slowly to expose the sepia tones of her flesh. "Are you ready," she said, still smiling as she picked up the small Coach bag. Malcolm rose from the he soft cushion of the loveseat. He walked slowly toward the door of her apartment. His eyes admired her form. he looked at the sheen of her dark brown hair. "I must tell you," Nancy said. "This is my time, we are not working, this is not lunch. I will not talk shop..." Malcolm interrupted, "oh neither will I Nance, this is just for fun. Let's go." Malcolm opened the door to the Crown Victoria. The large sedan seemed ungainly to Nancy. It was a nice car, but "so big," she thought. He slid into the driver's seat, and they headed east toward Washington. The silence was deafening. Two people who worked together had taken a very awkward step. They'd both sworn off discussing work and careers and they knew very little about each other. Malcolm broke the silence. "Where are you from Nance?" The reply came swiftly as Nancy seemed relieved by the dialogue. "I'm from upstate New York." She smiled as she sat there. Her legs were wrapped snugly against the soft beige leather of the seat. They made small talk, through the darkness as they headed into Georgetown. The night was cool and damp. Malcolm's right hand brushed subtly against the Nancy's knuckles. Al Jarreau's vocals filled the silence between nervous queries. Malcolm volunteered a few details about himself. He'd lived D.C. for a while when he was stationed at Quantico. He also had spent time here while he trained for various assignments when he was with the government. "But those were very busy times for me" He said, "I really didn't meet many people, and the ones I knew are gone now." "Thank you for joining me for dinner Nance," he looked at her and smiled. "I didn't think you'd accept when I asked." Nancy looked at him and licked her lips. "You did say you wanted me to see your art didn't you?" She had a different kind of smile. It was inviting, and she was all woman. Malcolm laughed nervously as he touched her hand. Two people who worked together were now together under different terms. They were opposites attracted to each other through some unspoken need. Inside in the silence, and behind the smiles they both pondered the unknowns of destiny. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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How Much How much wasted love just slips away from leaking voids within your heart How much tenderness inside do you conceal when we're apart How much emptiness is there left within the corners of your soul How much desire surges beyond the bounds of your control How much lust within you is suppressed in your private dreams How much of who you once were has been lost or so it seems How much of your loneliness is contained within that ache How much do you seek to hold before it's more than you can take How much do you deny me even when you want me so How much do I want you perhaps more than you could know | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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A God of love and beauty | that provides for us the things that help to hold off all the darkness and despair that comes from knowing love the least A God who brings us what or whom we need to snatch us back to sanity when what we feel has turned us into heartless angry beasts A God who works through others as we learned in Sunday sermons from a preacher who spoke of a forgiving lord A God who showed us through the judges Samson David Solomon that human frailties cannot be ignored Could David's sins have been so wrong that he would have no testament or Solomon just loved one woman in his life Could Samson not have faced his trials and come out so heroically, or Ruth not been her husband's brother's wife as Magdelene the whore found love and Jesus knew a woman's touch with scented oils rubbed upon his feet It is a loving giving God a wonderfully forgiving God who helps us find the people whom we meet We know that love means finding God and feeling is a gift from God that he has given us to know his power and he's an all knowing God who understands our needs to touch and feel loved if just for one rare hour So as you wrestle with your soul and wonder if we should go on or run from what others see as sinful ways consider what you know is true and the times God's forgiven you and understand that in all love is praise Because it is a loving God a wonderfully providing God who offers us the things he knows we need And in each other's arms we find the peace we've craved so much in life from darkest demons we are at last freed �
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